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“I have you doing that for me,” I point out.

“Baby,” he whispers, his dark eyes softening. “Eat. Rest. Take my card and buy whatever the fuck you want.”

Last night, he gave me a long, gentle massage. He doesn’t need to spoil me any more than he does. Anything I want, he will make happen for me, and I know that. I also would never take advantage of it. I’m still in my first trimester, so while it’s sweet he’s being protective, it’s unnecessary.

“I like cooking, War, it gives me something to do. So let me. I told you if I’m feeling tired, I’ll say so. But I feel fine. The nausea has stopped too.”

I sit on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I love you.”

“I fucking love you,” he rasps against my lips, planting a soft kiss against mine. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. Deciding to walk intoStriketo pick up some fresh pussy was the best idea I’ve ever had.”

I slap his shoulder. “And you were doing so well.”

He laughs, his broad shoulders shaking. A light dances within his eyes, one I will never tire of seeing. “You don’t want me for my sweet words, Ora. You want me because I fuck you just right and because I’m addicted to the taste of your pussy. In fact, that’s what I want for dessert after I eat this.”

I roll my eyes. “There’s a little more to it than that, asshole. Besides, I can’t even remember what it feels like to be fucked by you. Maybe you need to remind me?”

“Soon, Ora. Soon. The next time my cock slides into you, I’m going to give you all of me. Forever,” he growls out.

Okay, I refuse to admit how hot those words are.

“You think I want you just because you’re amazing in bed? I’m sure half the men in this clubhouse are. I mean, hearing that woman scream out Angel’s name?—”

He shuts up my trash-talking with a kiss, his mouth chasing away another man’s name on my tongue.

“Breakfast with a show.” Bones grins, pulling out the chair next to us and sitting down.

War pulls away from me and throws him a look that would kill a lesser man.

Skull sits opposite us, and the two of them are helping themselves to the food. “Thank you for feeding us, Ora.”

Skull is definitely more reserved than his twin, but I can tell there’s a lot more to him than he gives away. “Anytime, Skull.”

“Please don’t ever leave us,” Bones adds, licking the maple syrup off his fingers. “If War dies or fucks up, I’m calling dibs. Don’t you ever forget that, Ora.”

“It will be you dying first if you don’t shut the fuck up, Bones,” War warns, moving my hair to one side and kissing the back of my neck. “If I die, Prez isn’t going to let any of you fuckers near her.” He freezes. “Except Scorp. Maybe I should pay him a visit.”

“Leave Scorp alone,” I reply, laughing under my breath. “We need him. You guys seem to get shot at a lot.”

Lu steps into the kitchen, her hair a mass of messy blonde curls. She’s wearing her favorite Sailor Moon nightdress, which slides up her thighs with each step. “Fuck me, you are all up early.” She perks up when she sees the pancakes and coffee.

“I’d like to fuck you all right,” Bones murmurs, licking his lips as he checks out her ass.

“Get in line,” Lu fires back, pouring herself some coffee and moaning as it hits her lips. “So, are we allowed to leave the clubhouse? Or am I a prisoner?”

“You can leave, but take one of the men with you,” War tells her, his fingers sliding across my inner thigh. “Don’t try and trick one of the prospects at the gate and leave here without one of us. Omen got into enough shit for not being around when Ora ran off.”

“Omen?” I ask.

“He was meant to be at the gate but was off getting his dick wet and wasn’t there to stop you,” he explains, his eyes flickering as he remembers that night.

“It wasn’t Omen’s fault you lied about being married,” I throw in his face. “What did you do to him?”

I haven’t really spoken to Omen much, but War introduced us and then threatened he would kill him if Omen even looked at me. He looked about my age, with hazel eyes and curly jet-black hair. I remember he had one of those slashes through his eyebrow which I thought looked sexy on him.

“He’s off on a run to one of our other chapters,” War replies, shrugging. “He can return when the sight of him doesn’t piss me off.”

I share a look with Lu, whose green eyes are wide. “Savage.”

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